One hundred days of solitude

As if 44,000 deaths wasn’t devastating enough, this week we passed a grim milestone. A hundred days of lockdown. A hundred whole days. A hundred days of, thankfully, still being alive and well. A hundred days of taking care of ourselves and one another.

So long writing?

Here’s a question: How do you write a travel blog when you’re not travelling, not planning to travel and don’t want to give out the illusion that you either are doing or will be doing?